Warlock Holmes enters the bar. The wizard, who has now become a rare sighting in offtopic, has the typical disheveled look that has adorned the wizards as of late. He is dressed in simple traveling robes and on his back is a pack which strangely has a towel attacked to its side. Under his arm he holds a stranger masked helmet that looks like it is made of a mix of brass and obsidian. More like two helmets merged into one. But it is what he holds in his other arm that is really curious. Or more likely important. He holds a cat whose fur is a mix of grey and brown with dark stripes running across it. Unlike the wizard, the cat If finely groomed and adorned with a neckless that is carved to look like 7 connected stars. The creature holds itself in a noble regard but besides that it just looks like a normal cat. The wizard sits down at the bar and places his fine feline companion on a stool next to him. “Greetings Blaze how have you been? If it is not to much to ask could I get a warm cup of milk for my companion here?”